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 Monaco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Can,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.