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 Japan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.