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 the UAE and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Icehouse,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.