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 China and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.