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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the crunk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.