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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes 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 Severed Heads to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.