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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.