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 Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 The Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.