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 Burundi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Ossler,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.