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 Palau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Salvador and Lyon.
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 spring reverb 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 The Five Americans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Magma 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 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.