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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 PIL to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.