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 Belize and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Trumans Water to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.