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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dirtbombs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.