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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 MDC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.