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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The New Christs to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.