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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ohio Players to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
PIL,
New Order,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.