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 Estonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.