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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Minny Pops to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Nico,
Ludus,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.