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 Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day 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?
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.