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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.