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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.