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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.