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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 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 Groovy Waters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.