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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
The Residents,
Nico,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.