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 Mongolia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Niagra,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.