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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blues Magoos to the disco 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.