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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pulsallama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.