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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.