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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Velvet Underground 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.