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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Skriet to the electroclash 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.