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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.