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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.