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 Suriname and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young to the rap 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.