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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Smog,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.