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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Television,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.