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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Interpol,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.