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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pierre Henry 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.