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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.