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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.