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 Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Popol Vuh to the dance 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
PIL,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Swans,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.