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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.