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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.