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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Association 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.