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 Laos and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Can,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.