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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 linndrum 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 The Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.