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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
10cc,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.