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 Spain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.