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 Bolivia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 DNA to the rock 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.