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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Minny Pops to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.