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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Residents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.