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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.