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 Peru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Grass Roots to the dance 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.