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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the techno 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.