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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Ossler to the grime 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
X-101,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.