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 Niger 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.