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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.