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 Senegal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.