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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Minny Pops to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.