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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.