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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 The Doors to the rap 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.