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 Antigua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.