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 Cyprus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.