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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.