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 Finland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Association to the rock 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Can,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.