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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Crooked Eye to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.