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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 Michael McDonald 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 the Slits to the techno 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.