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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Can,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.