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 Spain and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.