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 Denmark and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Pagans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.