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 Congo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.