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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.