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 Grenada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.