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 United States and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills to the rock 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.