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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Enemy to the rap 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Hashim,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Swans,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.