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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Pere Ubu to the punk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Nico,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.