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 Uruguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.