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 Nepal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.