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 Argentina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echospace to the electroclash 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
DNA,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.