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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Ponytail to the grunge 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.