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 Kosovo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Ludus,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.