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 Georgia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moss Icon to the crunk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.