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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.