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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Pole,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.