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 Georgia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
ABC,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.