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 Iran and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
UT,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.