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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.