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 Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Pere Ubu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.