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 Iraq and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
cv313,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.