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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.