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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Hardrive to the rap 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.