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 Palau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.