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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat 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?
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.