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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.