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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Essential Logic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.