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 Mali and from Seoul.
But I was there.
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I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Cluster to the rap 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
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Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.