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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Christie to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.