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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.