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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
John Cale,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.