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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.