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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.