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 Congo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Joyce Sims to the disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
The Motions,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.