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 Malawi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.