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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
ABC,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.