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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Rapeman to the techno 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.