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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Sneak to the disco 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.