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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.