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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Brick to the punk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Pole,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.