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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.