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 Angola 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Skarface,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.