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 Canada and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.