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 Portugal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Near to the funk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Visage,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.