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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.