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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.