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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Crime,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.