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 Grenada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.