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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 K-Klass 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Searchers,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.