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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Skriet,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.