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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 oboe 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 Cure to the disco 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.