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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angry Samoans to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.