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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Normal to the disco 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.