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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.