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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the dance 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.