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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
X-101,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.