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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.