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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.