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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.