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 Spain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
New Order,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.