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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.