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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fat Boys to the dance 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Index,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.