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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 10cc to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.