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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 guitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Main Source,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.