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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Smog,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.