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 Brunei and from New York.
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 Manila and Toronto.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Newcleus to the grime 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 Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.