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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 of Four to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.