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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.