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 Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
cv313,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.