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 Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.