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 Denmark and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.