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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the rap 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the 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.