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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Slave,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.