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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.