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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.