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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Mr. Review to the disco 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
The Residents,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.