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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Yaz to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.