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 Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
DNA,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
PIL,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Monolake,
The Names,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.