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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dawn Penn to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.