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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
X-102,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.