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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Zeros to the grime 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.