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 Portugal and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Pole,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Television,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.