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 Taiwan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.