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 Lesotho 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
X-102,
Television,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.