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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Sugar Minott to the disco 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.