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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Parrish to the disco 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.