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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.