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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
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 sitar 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
This Heat,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.