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 Brunei and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.