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 Comoros and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Tom Boy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.