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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
MDC,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.