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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 DNA to the punk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.