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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.