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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.