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 Jamaica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
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 marimba 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Little Man,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.