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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.