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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.