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 Chile and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 güiro 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 The Smoke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
UT,
DJ Style,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Organ,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.