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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Silicon Teens 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Scion,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Can,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.