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 Estonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.