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 Iraq and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.