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 Bolivia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobby Womack to the dance 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.