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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 The Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Television,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.