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 Taiwan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Lyres to the electroclash 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.