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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Black Pus to the techno 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Scion,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.