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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo to the funk 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.