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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.