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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the disco 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.