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 Russia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.