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 Moldova and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.