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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 theremin 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.