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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.