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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Seeds to the crunk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.