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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
10cc,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.