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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 The Skatalites 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.