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 Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Gong,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.