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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 organ 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.