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 Italy and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Index,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.