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 Sweden and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.