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 Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Golliwogs to the punk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
New Order,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.