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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.