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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the disco 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.