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 Zambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Little Man to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.