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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.