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 Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Soul II Soul to the dance 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.