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 East Timor and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.