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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Dawn Penn to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.