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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 808 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 Royal Trux to the grime 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.