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 Antigua and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the dance 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.