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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.