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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Wire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
10cc,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.