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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 sitar 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 The Gun Club to the punk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.