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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Wire,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.