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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Ice-T to the funk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.