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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.