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 Norway and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Scion,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.