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 Slovenia and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
the Swans,
JFA,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.