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 Philippines and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.