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 Mozambique and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith 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?
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Gong,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.