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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.