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 Burundi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.