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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Pylon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.