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 Venezuela and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the techno 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.