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 Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.