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 Latvia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
Sandy B,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
X-102,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.