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 Slovenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.