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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.