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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Marine Girls to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
CMW,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.