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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.