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 Algeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.