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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Intrusion to the crunk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.