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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Martian to the techno 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.