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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Ultramagnetic MC's 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Nas,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.