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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.