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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.