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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Pantytec to the punk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.