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 Norway and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 rhodes 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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s.
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 Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.