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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 John Coltrane to the jazz 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Altered Images,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.