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 India and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 rhodes 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.