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 San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 rap 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.