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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the rap 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.