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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.