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 Oman and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Goldenarms to the grunge 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.