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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 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 U.S. Maple to the funk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.