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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Cramps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.