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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 The Trojans to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.