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 Iran and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
DNA,
Cluster,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
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.