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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.