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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Technova,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.