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 Turkey 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.