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 Slovakia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Tom Boy to the rock 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.