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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.