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 Jordan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Gang Starr to the rap 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.