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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Little Man to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.