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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.