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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the punk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
X-101,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.