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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Deadbeat to the disco 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.