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 India and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.