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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.