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 Oman and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.