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 Comoros and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.