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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Zeros to the electroclash 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.