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 Honduras and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Newcleus to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.