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 Belize and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.