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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.