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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.