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 Burundi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.