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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Ultravox to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.