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 Argentina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Fluxion to the punk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.