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 Mali and from Houston.
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 Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.