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 Togo and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.