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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.