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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.