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 Vietnam and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.