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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
UT,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.