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 Samoa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 Matthew Bourne to the disco 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Television,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.