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 Spain and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.