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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Moebius to the crunk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.