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 United States and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Sparks to the jazz 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.