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 Georgia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.