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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Brick,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.