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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Quadrant to the grime 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.