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 Brazil and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the disco 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.