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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.