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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 CMW to the funk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Index,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
ABC,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.