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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Boredoms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Crime,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Fear,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.