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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.