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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.