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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Model 500 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.