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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.