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 Albania and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Little Man,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
This Heat,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.