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 Zambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.