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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 New Order to the rock 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.