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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.