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 Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxette to the crunk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.