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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.