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 South and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Index,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.