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 Laos and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 MDC to the techno 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
Technova,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.