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 Senegal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Audionom to the rap 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.