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 Albania and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.