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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Gun Club to the crunk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.