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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
Erasure,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.