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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Can,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.