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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
ABBA,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.