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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Moleskins to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.