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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 güiro 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.