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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.