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 Grenada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.