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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.