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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Wings,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.