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 Argentina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.