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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.