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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Joyce Sims to the techno 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.