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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Slits,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.