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 Ecuador and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Unwound to the crunk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.