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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
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 808 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.