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 Thailand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
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 rhodes 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 Wire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.