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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 The New Christs to the techno 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.