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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.