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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer 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 The Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.