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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.