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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Motorama,
UT,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.