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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
10cc,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.