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 Dominica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Visage,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.