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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.