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 East Timor and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Mars,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.