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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Dennis Brown to the techno 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Visage,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.