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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.