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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
AZ,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Faust,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.