Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.