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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 organ 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 The Neon Judgement to the punk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.