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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 CMW to the crunk 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.