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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.