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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.