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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Hardrive to the dance 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.