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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.