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 China and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 The Move 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Smog,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
The Move,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.