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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 The Zeros to the dance 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.