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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the dance 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.