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 Iceland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Maurizio to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.