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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Mantronix to the jazz 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.