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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moss Icon to the dance 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.