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 Iraq and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.