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 Albania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Althea and Donna to the dance 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
MC5,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.