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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 DNA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.