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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
The Victims,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.