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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.