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 Iraq and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Suicide to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.