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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.