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 Poland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Can,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.