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 Singapore and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the rap 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.