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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.