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 Russia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.