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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.