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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ituana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.