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 Togo and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rakim 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.