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 Russia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Massinfluence to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Wire,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Slave,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.