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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.