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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 OOIOO to the rock 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.