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 Norway and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the grime 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.