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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 World's Most to the rock 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Roxette,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.