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 Sweden and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 oboe 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 June Days to the funk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.