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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.