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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 808 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.