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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.