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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the electroclash 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.