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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 The Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
The Motions,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.