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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
The Sound,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.