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 Greece and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Model 500 to the rap 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.