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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bush Tetras to the disco 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Faust,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.