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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Chrome to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.