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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 organ 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 Slick Rick to the rap 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.