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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Television,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.