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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Monks,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.