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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.