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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Organ,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.