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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.