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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
UT,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.