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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.