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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Flag to the grime 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Index,
Cluster,
X-102,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.