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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
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 snare 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 Terry Callier to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.