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 Egypt and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Neu!,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.