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 Armenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.