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 Singapore and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Normal to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.