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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the dance 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.