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 Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
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 güiro 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 The Stooges to the electroclash 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.