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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
CMW,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.