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 Cuba and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.