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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.