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 India and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake 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?
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.