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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.