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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.