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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.