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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.