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 Burundi and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fortunes to the disco 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
UT,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.