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 Taiwan 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Kas Product to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.