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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.