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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Simply Red,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.