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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.