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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mary Jane Girls 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.