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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
UT,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.