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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Japan,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.