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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.