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 Italy and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Accadde A 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.