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 Belgium and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.