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 Honduras and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the grime 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.