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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.