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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 organ 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 The Dave Clark Five to the dance 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.