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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
10cc,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.