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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
MC5,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.