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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Terry Callier to the disco 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.