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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.