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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Enemy to the rap 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.