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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.