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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.