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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Radio Birdman to the disco 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.