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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Gang of Four to the techno 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.