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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.