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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.