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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Cymande to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.