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 China and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.