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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Swans to the rap 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.