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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.