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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.