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 Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.