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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.