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 Monaco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Agitation Free to the rock 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.