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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.