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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the grime 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
June of 44,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.