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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Wake,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.