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 London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Stetsasonic to the grime 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.