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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 KRS-One to the grime 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.