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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.