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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tubeway Army 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Q65,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
MC5,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.