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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swell Maps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.