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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.