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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.