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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.