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 Algeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Womack to the punk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.