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 Comoros 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.