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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.