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 Pakistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the grunge 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.