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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Scrapy 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.