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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Sugar Minott to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
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.