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 China and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.