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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.