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 Guatemala and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 808 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Suicide,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.