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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
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 theremin 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 Unwound 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.