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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.