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 Liechtenstein and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.