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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.