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 Kenya 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Section 25 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.