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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Shanghai and Accra.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Cameo to the disco 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.