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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 The Star Department to the disco 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.