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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.