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 Romania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
UT,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.