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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 the Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.