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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the crunk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.