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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the techno 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.