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 Maldives and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the grunge 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.