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 Monaco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Nico,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.