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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.