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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Visage,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.