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 Guyana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.