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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the disco 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.