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 Romania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.