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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.