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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
UT,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.