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 Maldives and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.