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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 spring reverb 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 This Heat to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.