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 Netherlands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.