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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.