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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.