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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.