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 the UAE and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Dead C to the punk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.