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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.