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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Names to the disco 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.