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 Colombia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.