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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.