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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Television,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.