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 Morocco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.