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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the grunge 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.