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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 güiro 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.