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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.