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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fear to the rap 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.