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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.