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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q65,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.