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 Belgium 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gong to the punk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Associates,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.