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 India and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
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.