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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.