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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Q65,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Visage,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
MC5,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.