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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.