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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 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 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
The Wake,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.