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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.