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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.