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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Rakim to the crunk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.