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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.