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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hashim 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.