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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Brick,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.