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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy Collins 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Monks,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.