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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Move to the crunk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.