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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Ronan,
Wings,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
Japan,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.