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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Quantec to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.