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 Greece and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.