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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.