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 Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.