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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.