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 Belarus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the disco 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.