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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Funkadelic to the grunge 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.