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 United States and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Golliwogs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.