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 Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
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 marimba 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 Jimmy McGriff 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.