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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.