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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.