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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the rap 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees 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?
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
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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.