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 Togo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 jazz 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.