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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.