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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
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 sitar 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 MDC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Crime,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.