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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Litter to the rap 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.