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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Angels of Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
The Move,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.