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 France and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the disco 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
UT,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.