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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Smog,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
MC5,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.