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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.