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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.