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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Yazoo 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Japan,
CMW,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Crime,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.