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 Niger and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Real Kids to the electroclash 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.